Year of the Flesh

by Dad Rocks!

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about

The heart and soul that went into this record also belongs to: Lise, Elva, Asbjørn, Albert, Arís, Siggi, Jóhanna, Amanda, Jón, Helga Gudrun, Thórgnyr, Lasse, Daniel, Gert, Kenn, Skjold, Skibsted, Asger, Iris, Thomas Rye, Kenn, Jakob, Mads, Martin Hjorth, Kasper Brinck, Andreas Sørensen, Mark Astrup, Thomas Holm, Addi 800, Martin Sejr, Kevin Douch, John Rogers, Jon Gotlev, Toby Hayes, Annie Catwoman, Al Horner, Casper G, Jens-Ulrik, Caspian, Leif Nielsen, Paper Beat Scissors, Oh! Pears, Tall Ships, Town of Saints, Honig, Mermonte, Suns of Satan, Jack Hetherington, Niklas Ekemölb, Efterklang, Boho Dancer, Thomas Lassen, Bryan & Heidi, Baldvin, Tsunehiro, Martial, Daniel Spindler, Peter Grüse, Uwe Bossenz, Simon Kjærgaard, Aarhus Brass Band, Maestra. Thanks to all of you who have put us on, made our beds, bought food and cooked for us and supported us. Thanks for coming to our shows, good and bad ones. We want to see you again. Thank you for buying our music. Your contribution is vital to us. Thanks to everyone who has ever blogged about us, remixed our music, made videos for us, covered our songs, told a friend about us and played our music for your loved ones. We are grateful for that.

This album is dedicated to my sister.

credits

released 26 September 2014

Recorded by Kenn Hedegaard Eskildsen at Aarhus Lydstudie
Produced by Snævar Albertsson and Kenn Hedegaard Eskildsen
Additional guitars recorded by Nikolaj Skjold at Piano Fire Studio
Mixed by Addi 800
Mastered by Thomas Holm

This recording was financially supported by KODA, Dansk Musiker Forbund, Dansk Artist Forbund, DJBFA, Aarhus Kommunes Orkesterkonto and Statens Kunstråd.

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www.dadrocks.co.uk

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Track Name: Peers
You found it on a torrent file sharing site
Downloaded by you
You stored it on a computer hard drive

Then a dollar was received because of your activities online
Your mom asked if you’re using Pirate Bay
You answered ’Hell no, mom. No way. Not today.’

But that’s OK, ’cause the songs we play
Sound the same anyway
And all the gold that I’ve been told about
Is too heavy to hold

You blogged about the message and what it means to you
You even embedded a SoundCloud
In hope that it helps out with crowds at gigs

You remixed our wings and sampled sounds of birds
Promoting what has been born on
Web 2.0 platforms on the internet

But that’s OK, ’cause the songs we play
Sound the same anyway
And all the gold that I’ve been told about
Is too heavy to hold

Can this go wrong, sharing a Dad Rocks! song
With friends putting folk songs on
For people to sing along
Or will the band soon be gone?

Let’s settle on getting along
And help us to carry on
Let’s focus on counting on
Each other, not turn upon

So share this song with everyone
It will not be frowned upon
As long as you build upon
Things we have undergone

And that’s OK, cause the songs we play
Sound the same anyway
And all the gold that I’ve been told about
Is too heavy to hold
Track Name: Daughter Track
A vast majority of all the employees
Admit taking care of their own elderly
This always interferes with their performance at work

Her parents are ageing, while she is working
There’s no time for nursing, which leads to cursing
A minor setback and she’ll choose the daughter track

Taking the time off from her work
Easily results in something absurd
When her dad breaks his hip
And her moms vision blurs
The great partnerships will never occur
She’ll be sitting beside a hospital bed
Looking at her smartphone until they are dead
Then she returns to the job that drives her mad

Then the funeral industry
Will start a fight over your parents bodies
They’ll even bite and they say that they care
To capture their market share

Then she explains to her son that
Grandpa is gone and
I’m running late cause
It’s half past eight
And I’m too busy to answer
If I’ll ever die of cancer

Taking the time off from her work
Easily results in something absurd
When her dad breaks his hip
And her moms vision blurs
The great partnerships will never occur
She’ll be sitting beside a hospital bed
Looking at her smartphone until they are dead
Then she returns to the job that drives her mad
Track Name: Cyber Bullies
Someones daughters first day in school
She shares a classroom full of eggs from cuckoos
When they hatch they’ll bully her through her teens
They’ll even utilize electronic means

Bullied by a fake profile on a screen
A screen her parents gave her, attached to a machine
To avoid the talks and carry out routines

Turning around I felt a fist pound me in the face
On digital ground the birth of a sound of words that waste
A beautiful nerd
A beautiful girl
Then she rose up and told them to stop to hit on girls
Bullies were fucked when the gun it was cocked by her hand
With blood in her curls
Burrying bullets in begging bullies

But birds aren’t the biggest bullies on these branches
Being a kid in school is taking life chances
Waving goodbye in the schoolyard’s needle nest
My palm starts sweating as I hope for the best
Hoping the cyber bullies give my kid a rest

Turning around I felt a fist pound me in the face
On digital ground the birth of a sound of words that waste
A beautiful nerd
A beautiful girl
Then she rose up and told them to stop to hit on girls
Bullies were fucked when the gun it was cocked by her hand
With blood in her curls
Burrying bullets in begging bullies
Turning around she felt a fist pound her in the face
When hitting the ground the birth of a sound of words that waste
A beautiful nerd
A beautiful girl
Track Name: Managed
A post traumatic job switcher
Changed jobs after a disaster
Where he lost a half sister
Because he wasn’t with her

He never looks back to when he was a child
He stopped writing songs, the words weren’t right
He manages computer files
He’s in love with his desk where they manage his heart

Got bored of his looks and changed his style
At work they asked him to put on a smile
He does as he’s asked cause times are hard
Cause he needs that credit on his visa card
Track Name: In the Seine
Would you find me my water wings?
I’ll bring them along with me
Cause my bank drowns me the coming spring
Just pay them back the fee
But I bought a new car with my credit card
Is that what you really need?
And drove straight to the nearest bar
Where you drown in whiskey

Thousands of homes seem to be growing everywhere
Thousands of drones seem to be going everywhere

In a modern metropolis
Where everyone succeeds
I heard a poet in the abyss
Do you have the car keys?

Thousands of homes seem to be growing everywhere
Thousands of drones seem to be going everywhere

Passing the land on to my kids
Grown ups forever at the end of their tether
On the land

Hearing a whistle under the lid
From a neo punkrocker leaking old seawater
On the sand

Turn me into the European mold
After the slaughter, next to the farmers daughter
In the Seine
Track Name: Waves
These dolls are all wearing mini skirts
Fishnet stockings and see through shirts
Was the toymaker a pervert?
Well now he’s just hitting pay dirt
And dad wants to do all the good deeds
Including buying his daughter everything she needs
She knows her nagging will succeed
Provided the begging is consistent and on repeat
Eventually dad will concede
And reach for his wallet, guaranteed

A plastic toy tells her how a young boy likes girls to show
A little bit of their naked skin
Is it for the common good that magazines tell boys that they should
Spend another hour at the gym
The budget is gigantic and the adds turn parents manic, well
Is this industry out on a limb?
Then another wave of media hits your home with movie stars
And you hope to god your kids can swim

Will this body image forever stay in the newborns eyes
Eyes that are opening this wide for the very first time
Opened with a sharp surgical knife on which the blade reflects a child
Living a life where everyone has to strife, where the fittest survive

A plastic toy tells her how a young boy likes girls to show
A little bit of their naked skin
Is it for the common good that magazines tell boys that they should
Spend another hour at the gym
The budget is gigantic and the adds turn mommy manic, well
Is this industry out on a limb?
Then another wave of media hits your home with movie stars
And you hope to god your kids can swim
Track Name: Pro-filing
Different language, different skin
Makes flying a different thing
At the customs checking in
When eyes start flickering

The salesman sings out to me: ”It’s made of wood
Make yourself understood”
He wants to sell a used and dirty soapbox
To stand on and share my thoughts
But the nails in this box are rusty and old
My shoes are new, my soul is cold
As we take off and trust these useful wings
I try to think of better things
Traveling with different name and skin
Next to me a man worn thin
Track Name: White Collar
He’s a stay-at-work dad
He makes the boss glad
But chokes on chicken bones
When he eats at home

His breathing turned hard
When his only son starved
Where he left him in the kitchen with a bone
Where he left him in the kitchen all alone

I’m handcuffed to the weights
My foot’s tied to the brakes
I’m told that I should hate
Those who won’t generate
An income for the state
Or contribute to the birth rate
The ones who are overweight
And stopped smoking way too late

He has a white-collar job
In a skyscraper at the top
He worked his way up there
While he fed his wife hot air
Like when he said:

’I want to take part
In my sons school start
Amongst the new cosmetic underclass
Who sit all day long on their ass’

I’m handcuffed to the weights
My foot’s tied to the brakes
I’m told that I should hate
Those who won’t generate
An income for the state
Or contribute to the birth rate
The ones who are overweight
And stopped smoking way too late
Track Name: Body Mass Index
Some struggle with salaries
And battle decrease
You struggle with calories
And battle with me

Your weight is low but your eyes still glow
As you go through hell
And the hospital smell
Fills your hospital cell

This ambulance can’t go any faster
Your BMI is close to disaster

Your weight is low but your eyes still glow
As you go through hell
And the hospital smell
Fills your
Hands are cold as your heart unfolds
And the sound of hell - it’s the sounding bell
It sounds a farewell